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As roses spilling dewdrops on my heart,
Anticipation sweet and so sublime,
Just waiting for the moment to arrive,
And then perhaps we’d make a perfect start.
This knight and I who’d almost had a day,
Once long ago, but it was not to be,
Whose eyes remind me of the very sea,
I left behind along the trodden way.

His laughter was like music in my head,
His smile was such a tender memory,
His hands so strong yet gentle holding me,
A heart like few that I have ever known,
A dream of love that still has yet to grow,
Awaiting here so softly in my stead.

          —Michele Cameron Drew

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